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We decided to cross the pool to the rocks against the cliffs.
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We had to cross a long, wide pool, with reeds and shrubs on one side and our destination the high sandstone cliffs on the other. Since we were two rebels against any kind of rule, we just looked at each other and grinned. We were on a day hike heading for a secluded pool to sunbathe on the rocks when we saw the sign. It wasn't until our camping trip, that I finally got the chance to see all of him as I yearned to. I yearned to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun.
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I could see the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze the pores in his skin and the fullness of his lips. I got caught up in the motion of the heaving of his chest as he breathed. I stared intently at the tiny goose bumps on his deeply tanned chest. I used that time to let my eyes drink him in. I'd have to lie on my stomach, for obvious reasons while he'd lie on his back with his eyes closed. When we were through body surfing, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach to bask in the warmth of the sun. When I tossed him the Frisbee, I'd marvel at his muscles in motion. Everything that we did together only fueled my desires. But it was difficult because the mere sight of him would always make me hard. Life without his touch was hard enough, but life without him around was unthinkable. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big for me to take to tell him how I felt. He probably figured that my concentration would be elsewhere! I kept that sight of him stored in my mind for inspiration as I emptied my balls in bed at night while I tried to imagine what his naked body looked like. Maybe it was his strategy for winning the game. It happened quite a bit, so I always wondered if he did that on purpose. I'd try to secretly peek at his thighs as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. In the summer, as we sat in our shorts, cross legged, playing cards or checkers. I discovered that I liked men and I really like Robbie. But, I loved him-as a friend with my head, as a close buddy with my heart, but also in a different way. There were times when I dared not to think it. Robbie and I were so close that we often knew what the other was thinking. We had been friends since we were twelve. Robbie and I attended the same college and were both 19.